Her lips pressed against his in a sudden, reckless surge of heat.
Driven by days of suppressed longing, she didn't merely brush against him; she leaned into the contact with eager desperation, parting her lips to drink in his scent and taste.
For several breathless seconds, every shred of her professional discipline vanished beneath the sheer hunger she had tried so hard to deny, her fingers digging deeper into the expensive fabric of his jacket.
Then, like ice water, reality came crashing down.
The reminder of Karl, her contract with the Mercers, and the armed ambush waiting just floors above pierced straight through the intoxicating fog.
A sharp gasp tore from her throat as she abruptly broke the kiss, pulling her mouth back against the cool glass of the mirrored wall. Her chest heaved heavily against the strained silk of her blouse, her pupils dilated with sudden shock and horror at her own complete lack of restraint.
